Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.